On my way to distract you 😊 Maybe with one of the sensuality and passion prompts? Only if you feel like it, of course! 34. curves
Thank you for the distraction, dear! <3 <3 <3
Here's some derby AU related gentlebeard for your troubles.
Prompt from @youneedsomeprompts 's wonderful sensuality & passion prompt list.
On yet another post-practice Saturday afternoon, Stede walks into the bedroom, tucking the yellow bathrobe around himself. He pauses at the door.
Ed has taken his shower first, and now lies on the bed on his belly, naked, face tucked into a pillow. Not for the first time Stede wishes he had some artistic talent so that he could capture the sight. The loose, inviting splay of Ed’s limbs on the sheets, the warm glow of his skin across rounded muscles in the afternoon light, how the still-damp curls form a dark halo. Ed’s eyes are closed, and he is murmuring, humming intermittently, like there are thoughts still running in his mind but he doesn’t have the energy to voice them.
By god, Stede should be used to feeling like this. But sometimes, like now, when affection so immense and sharp pierces him from head to toe, threatening to crack him open, it still takes Stede by surprise how much he loves this man.
Careful not to jostle him too much, Stede joins Ed on the bed, lies down next to him. His fingers gently follow the curve of Ed’s spine, notch by notch all the way down. He has made that particular journey countless times, both with his hands and lips, knows the sweet taste of Ed’s sweat when it pools in that tantalizing arch at the base.
But right now Stede touches without intent, just because he can, and because it makes Ed feel good, draws drowsy, pleased sighs from him. He feels the muscles underneath his fingers relax, and soon Ed’s breaths turn slow and deep.
”Want to take a nap before we head out?” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind Ed’s ear. They are going to Mary and Doug’s for dinner in the evening.
”Hmm-mm.” Ed tucks his face more firmly against his pillow.
”Alright. I’ll wake you when it’s time.” Stede kisses the top of Ed’s shoulder, then tucks himself against his side. His hand never stops moving, even as he starts to doze off himself, fingers tracing strange forms against Ed’s skin. It’s as if he is performing a ritual, some blessing to keep them both safe.
